Greetings from the Queendom of Kokyo! I am Akari Nakamura and I am a twenty-five year old mage in the service of the Baroness Nanako Segura. If you want to know what I look like and how I dress please check out the super cute picture of me at the top of the page. Aren't I the sexiest thing you ever laid eyes on? " Uagh! Ahh oww m..m..my b..a..ll..s!&quo...
I had been asked my triflin' landlord to do something about the antiquated electrical system in the house I was renting from him for a while. He claimed he wanted to do it but couldn't afford it and asked me to be patient. He kept giving me one excuse after another when I told him what had broken down and nothing had been repaired. I had been patient but I h...
It was the sign that had caught David's attention as he walked home from work one afternoon. "Full Service Salon," written in big, flashing red letters. From the look of things, it was your standard unisex hair salon, but that 'full service' part ushered in countless dirty thoughts into his mind. Curiosity- as well as a long-overdue need for a haircut- forc...
Copyright 2012 by madengineer3 This is fiction! Any resemblance to any real person or place is simply coincidental. * Ever since elementary school Marvin Whyte had been a egotistical bastard. Both of his parents were full professors in a nearby college. They had "old money" via inheritance and "new money" because they enjoyed working. Marvin wasn't born...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Serendipity - Vegas here I come Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a wo...
The 'answer' to our marital problems came almost as an accident. I actually came up with the idea, which was probably appropriate because it was my apparent 'deficiencies' that were usually the root cause of our conflicts. But my Wife was initially quite reluctant, thinking it all somewhat barbaric. After much cajoling on my part though, and ongoing tinkerin...
Chapter 1 - 9223931 As I sit in my quarters aboard the battle cruiser Shinawatra looking over the contents of the small metal box that contains the sum of my pre Kitty possessions, my fingers hold and run over a soft cloth patch with the words, "Aviation Apprentice." My dark eyes scan the contents of the box and settle on my old ID disk with the number "922...
The whirr of a lift permeated my immaculate shop as I lifted a silver Maserati for inspection. Of all the luxury and exotic cars I specialized in, Maserati’s were undoubtedly the worst. Just looking the wrong way at one of these overpriced beasts would cause 30% of the electrical systems in the car to malfunction. Sure, British cars have even worse electrica...
Copyright 2000 Manjaro * * * "Thank God for air conditioning," she remarked aloud, though she occupied the rental car by herself. Had anyone been within earshot of her comment they surely would have agreed! As she sped along Iowa 180, the temperature inside Carrie's vehicle was bearable only because the cooling equipment managed to keep the confined space...
CHAPTER 1 On the eve of his thirty-second birthday Ginger Jones gave up his job as a steakhouse chef, sick of kitchen smells and working shifts and being bawled out by diners who believed coarse-ground peppercorns on their rare peppered steak were rodent droppings. Redheaded Michael, who'd been called Ginger from the time he entered Junior High, had purch...